C11

Three months later.

On the outskirts of Yancheng, Ji Wanxi, dressed in short hair men's clothes, stood in the wind with a backpack on his back. Her thin body lined with empty clothes, her face slightly pale, but her eyes rarely showed a free and easy.

Looking at the figure coming from afar, she raised a faint smile and gently opened her mouth, "are you sure you won't go with me? If you are found by Qing Muhan, you won't be spared."

Yan Hexuan looked at the person who was fresh again in front of him. His eyes were gentle and shook his head, "I'm fine. It's good to see you pick yourself up again. What's your plan next?"

"I want to go north to see my uncle. Now... This is all I have left."

People who have died once are open to many things.

She put her heart and love on Yan Cheng, but there are so many places in the world that she has never been to. Isn't it a pity?

"You..." Yan Hexuan couldn't help but say, "after you 'died', he was very sad and knew that he recognized the wrong person. If you want to go back... Everything can go back."

"I can't go back." Ji Wanxi suddenly smiled brightly. "I heard that the northern mountains are very high and the sky is very blue. I want to have a look."

The flaming crane Xuan slanted his head and couldn't speak. He couldn't say a word of refutation.

But the bitterness in his heart was even worse, but he also knew that this was her choice, and he was happy for her.

He looked at Ji Wanxi, as if to remember her appearance in the bottom of his heart.

After a while, he handed Ji Wanxi a stack of silver dollars: "take it, it's useful. I heard in East China that I was recruiting army doctors. Maybe I'll go there, and we won't be on our way. If you have time, write a letter to me to report peace."

"Well." Ji Wanxi, without affectation, took the silver dollar: "I will never forget the grace of saving my life and have a safe journey."

"You too."

The two men walked in different directions.

Ji Wanxi did not dare to take the train directly from Yancheng. First, he used humble means of transportation to travel to other cities, and then took the train north.

For two days and two nights, she went on her way without sleep. She came to Guanping town in the north.

The scenery along the way has really changed a lot. There are more mountains, and there is no feeling of beautiful mountains and rivers, but a little more majestic.

Lin Zhuo of the Lin family opened a small restaurant in the local area. Ji Wanxi came in and ordered a soup of noodles. In my memory, my mother also made it occasionally. Ji Wanxi wet his eyes.

The man dressed her up. As soon as she entered the door, Lin Zhuo noticed.

Inexplicable feeling is very familiar, until I saw Ji Wanxi cry.

"You..." Lin Zhuo approached and saw those eyes from a close distance, stunned in situ.

The girl's eyes are really like her sister, Lin Zhuo thought.

Six months ago, he received the news of his sister's death. He was heartbroken for a long time. He hated that he had no power and could do nothing, and he couldn't help anything.

Later, when he learned that his sister's only daughter had died, he seemed to be five years older overnight.

Ji Wanxi looked at this uncle he hadn't seen for many years, and his tears fell even worse. The involuntarily close feeling in his heart could not be stopped.

Lin Zhuo finally asked, "are you Wan Xi?"

"Yes, I'm Ji Wanxi."

Lin's noodle shop was closed for a day.

In the bedroom, Lin Zhuo looked at Ji Wanxi, who was thin, and was extremely distressed.

"At the beginning, I persuaded Lin Xi many times and didn't want her to marry your father, but... Trapped in love, she couldn't listen at all, ah..."

Lin Zhuo talked a lot.

"... your mother is your daughter now..."

"Wait." Ji Wanxi interrupted Lin Zhuo's meditation. What is it that there is only one daughter left? Isn't Ji Zimei still there? "Uncle, my sister, isn't it her mother's own?"

Suddenly.

It seems that something she doesn't know is slowly opening.

She always wondered why her father suddenly went to prison, and why his father was so kind to his sister since childhood, which was like... Flattering?

"Who is Ji Zimei?"

The night outside the window was deep, and the light in the room was dim, shining on half of Lin Zhuo's side face, faintly with a little sadness and sadness, falling into memories

After Lin Xi married Ji Yuanhua, she gave birth to her first daughter.

But it didn't take long for a servant to make a mistake and the child got lost. When he came back, it was a few months later. Although the child changed day by day, Lin Xi clearly knew that it was not his own child.

But Ji Yuanhua insisted that it was their child, which Xu Linxi did not say.

He dotes on that child so much that he can give him whatever he wants.

Until Ji Wanxi was born, he still loved Ji Zimei.

Ji Wanxi was holding a tea cup and his fingertips trembled. It was unbelievable. It was too strange to pet a child who was obviously not his own!

She took a deep breath, "why... What happened that year?"

Lin Zhuo told the truth:

In troubled times, several major forces separated and occupied each side. If you want to expand your power, you need a lot of money. Ji Yuanhua inadvertently rescued a couple seriously injured by bandits. After investigation, he learned that it was because the family was suspected to have a treasure map from the Qing Dynasty.

Ji Yuanhua secretly adopted their only daughter after the couple died.

It is said that the clue of the treasure map was left on the little girl.

Knowing that jiyuanhua's purpose is impure, the little girl doesn't kiss this so-called adoptive father very much when she grows up.

Therefore, Ji Zimei seems to be in harmony with Ji Yuanhua and agrees to share the treasure. In fact... It should be that she has found other people in her family and wants to get rid of Ji Yuanhua.

Ji Wanxi quickly clenched his fist: "that's why my parents suddenly went to prison? Did she do it!"

Lin Zhuo nodded: "one more thing, the man who killed Ji Zimei's family in those years had the participation of Qing Muhan's father, so..."

Ji Wanxi picked up Lin Zhuo's words: "so, with Ji Zimei's character, she won't let go of anyone who participated in killing her parents."

Lin Zhuo couldn't bear Ji Wanxi to be too sad, so he got up and said good night to her, "you have a good rest first. These things are very complicated. Now that you've been separated, my uncle hopes you can live happily in the future and don't get involved again."

Ji Wanxi didn't sleep well after tossing and turning all night.

How can I put down my parents when they die.

Qingmuhan... Is it dangerous?

Ji Wanxi pressed her temples and didn't have a good rest for several days. This time, she received so many news that her headache was almost splitting.

Yan Cheng.

Light rain fell thinly in the sky. Qing Muhan stood in the cemetery, quietly looking at the woman wearing a cheongsam in the photo, and painfully closed his eyes.

"You said that she didn't even give me a chance to apologize. Did she hate me?"

Qing Mu Han said in a low voice.

The rain wet his clothes. He opened his eyes and stared at the picture for a moment.

Yan Hexuan looked at the man half kneeling in front of the tombstone, his eyes complex.

He respected Ji Wanxi's wishes, so he didn't open his mouth to accept his words, but said, "I'm leaving Yancheng, you, take care."

Qing Muhan locked himself in Qing mansion for half a month.

When he came out again, he became the decisive Young Marshal Qing, but he was colder and more cruel.

Only his deputy knew that on the fifteenth day of every month, he would go to the cemetery, and then go to the most dilapidated Xiyuan of Qing mansion for one night.

"Do you still hate me so much after walking so long?"

"Wan Xi, even if you scold me in your dream, hit me, and give me a knife, just appear again..."

In the dream, Qing Muhan tried to move forward, but it was always white fog.

She didn't appear after all, even if it was just a dream.